Tag: goatman

My name is Tavo Rojas. I currently go to college on the Eastern Shore of Maryland and I’ve lived here for most of my life. My story takes place 6 months ago. At the time, I was still a highschool senior, living the life I want to live, working with theatre, had a nice girlfriend, etc. An important point to note in my story is at the time I was in my AP art class, with a concentration (set of pieces revolving around a certain category) of fear. Having already submitted for potential college credit, my teacher gave us banners to to work on so she could hang them up in her room for next years’ classes to see. I was having a certain amount of artist’s block, but I had a lot of time and so I watched a good deal of Youtube in the meantime. I was looking at something related to Call of Duty when I noticed a video regarding something called the Goatman. Being thoroughly enticed, I clicked on the video and listened. It had my attention enough that I decided that it would be the subject of my artwork. As I researched further, I also noted that it was a fairly close to home, just on the other side of the Chesapeake Bay bridge close to Bowie, Maryland. Again, being a highschool student close to graduation, I thought it a fine idea to have a small trip to look it over. I enlisted two of my friends, who I’ll call Brennan and Carmen for the purposes of my story. I had brought up the idea of this to other people who thought it would be a waste of time, including my girlfriend. I wasn’t a skeptic of the existence of cryptic animals and while Brennan was, Carmen was in the same boat as me. So we set off to Prince Georges county on a Friday night so we didn’t have to worry about waking for impending finals. With us, we brought a couple cameras, our phones, snacks, anything needed for a scouting trip in the woods. As Carmen drove, I continued my research, taking note of creatures such as Wendigos and Skinwalkers, but I was very exciting about the possible promise of the Goatman. After about an hour and a half of driving, we reach our destination at about 9ish at night. It had just turned dark and it was quite warm out, expected of early summer. Carmen informed me and Brennan that it was time to get out and go begin our search. She parked the car alongside a stretch of road with forests on either side, with very little traffic. We turn on the flashlights we brought so that we could save phone battery, not that it would have mattered since we had little to no service, even though I thought I had full bars when we went through town. Just the forest, I figured. We trudged through the woods, listening to the sounds of nature. Brennan and Carmen are talking ahead of me. Apparently some long term couple at the school just had a big breakup, lots of juicy details. As we continued our discussion, it noticed that there was kind of a… I’m not sure how to describe it because of how little I felt it, but there was just a nagging feeling on my shoulder. I swept off though, it’s been awhile since I’ve been through the woods. We’re just having a jolly old time, joking around about something when we heard a snap. Something I always knew was that in the area, the only thing that should snap a branch would be a human. We’ve stopped in our tracks and looked in the direction of the noise. Just deep blackness. Brennan called out, “Anyone there?”. With no response, we eased up a little. It was at this moment I regretted bringing a machete I left at home. Despite that, the sounds of the forest were still present and we kept moving, more alert now. It’s about our 4th hour hiking, so it’s about 1am. Having found nothing of interest Brennan looks slightly peeved while I’ve my arm around Carmen because she claimed being cold, which it was surprisingly chilly being in the middle of the summer. “Are we going to fi-” *snap* Brennan is cut off by the snap of another tree branch. We stop dead in our tracks. This time I notice the forest sounds are gone. That nagging feeling I felt earlier is emphasized greatly. Almost like it’s telling my body to get out. Carmen looks up at me with wide eyes “What was that?” She asks, clearly panicked. I shake my head, a chill down my spine. “I- I don’t know,” when we begin to hear footsteps. They sound much heavier than a human’s. We look among each other for an answer, and only freak out more when no one can give an answer. We walk back the way we came slowly when my foot lands on something with a small squish. I look down. I see a squirrels’ body, what’s left anyway, with a large bite takes out of its stomach, with only small bits of entrail left. I quiver, that feeling reaching a peak, as if I’ll explode when that bar fills. Brennan gasps. I see that he’s looking at a certain area and I turn slowly to check. Carmen hides her face behind her hoodie sleeved arm, only showing her eyes. We focus on the spot that Brennan is looking at. Standing there is a dark shape, maybe 40 yards out. I can’t good good grasp of what I’m looking at. It’s huge but… humanoid. But it’s legs are all wrong. They’re more bent like a horse’s… or perhaps a goats’. Carmen stifles a scream as the figure just complacently looks at us. As my eyes adjust, I notice the shape of it’s head. It’s facial features are blacked out, with our flashlights only reaching so far, but I could make out the horns on top of it’s head. Brennan is the first to action. “RUN!!” He yells as he grabs me and Carmen. I stumble but get my footing quickly as we sprint as hard as we could back in the direction of the car. After 10 minutes if steady sprinting, we slow as we seriously need to catch our breath. “What. Was. That?” Carmen asks, huffing. Neither Brennan nor I answer, but I think we can agree on what we saw. We didn’t want to admit it, but we also didn’t want to feel like we were giving him power by evoking his name. We slowly go back in to the car, which we make it to in about an hour and a half. The entire time, the forest sounds were absent, almost making our footsteps echo. Carmen is mumbling to herself while Brennan and I try to make small talk to ebb away at the deafening silence in the forest. Then we hear it. Something between a wail, scream, and some animal? It couldn’t be.. We sprint again, making it back to the car. Something was here. There were claw-like marks on the sides if the car, peeling the steel like a knife through butter. We decided it would be much better if we investigated once we got home. The car ride home was silent. We put on some Hamilton on the radio, as it’s a musical we all liked to sing to, but no one felt like singing. Brennan looked out the window, still pale, while Carmen looked more depressed if anything. “My parents’ll kill me because of the car,” she said finally. I couldn’t say anything. My mind was still in a daze. What was that thing? We told all of our friends the story, but as to be expected, no one believed us. I still a so myself what that… thing was, but I knew exactly what it was. That was the Goatman.

I’ll have to say, this is was a scary experience, and I’ll share it with you. It started when I got a babysitting job from my neighbors, they had to go to a meeting. I was about 18 when this happened, and it was really easy taking care of the baby. I had a really fun time.

This was until the baby started crying, I had a very hard time calming it down, when I did, I started hearing banging on the walls. I opened the door to see what was going on, I found nothing, so I closed the door. I put the baby to sleep and rested on the couch watching some TV.

1 hour later, I heard the banging again and I got annoyed quickly. I opened the door again and walked around the house with a flashlight and knife (I used a knife just in case.), again I found nothing till I heard this loud and horrific screech. I covered my ears and went to the back of the house because that’s where I heard the screech.

My wife and I were sitting on the couch last night playing some PS4 together, a totally regular game night. Now, as I said in my last encounter, I’m scared of the dark because of what happened, and absolutely ALWAYS lock all of my doors and windows at night. Despite this, while we were playing PS4 I began to hear what seemed to be the meow of an injured cat. It sounded like it was on my driveway. I paused the game and my heart was pounding because any random noises at night now put me on edge. Being an animal lover I could only ignore the meowing for so long. I mean I love animals, what can I say?

My wife also wanted me to go outside and check on the cat. Since I haven’t told her what happened a few months ago (and still refuse to tell her) she doesn’t really understand just how truly terrified I am at night. After about half an hour of constant meowing I decided to at least TRY to man up. So I got off the couch and grabbed my flashlight. I nervously crept to the window next to the front door and peaked out of the curtains ever so slowly. Without even using the flashlight I could see the silhouette of a cat at the very end of the driveway and breathed a sigh of relief. I started the process of telling myself to man up and began slowly unlocking the front door and stepped outside. At this point, I was kinda proud of myself for even stepping one foot outside at night. I literally hadn’t done that in months, usually I’m in bed well before 11pm as I really don’t want to be awake when all the freaks come out. Honestly, my last encounter changed my entire perspective on reality. How many other fowl creatures creep around at night without no one ever seeing them? This is the single most terrifying thought to me. What kind of unimaginably terrifying things tap on my windows at night that I’ve never seen or heard? Lord, my heart is thumping right now..

I’ll have to say, this is was a scary experience, and I’ll share it with you. It started when I got a babysitting job from my neighbors, they had to go to a meeting. I was about 18 when this happened, and it was really easy taking care of the baby. I had a really fun time.

This was until the baby started crying, I had a very hard time calming it down, when I did, I started hearing banging on the walls. I opened the door to see what was going on, I found nothing, so I closed the door. I put the baby to sleep and rested on the couch watching some TV.

1 hour later, I heard the banging again and I got annoyed quickly. I opened the door again and walked around the house with a flashlight and knife (I used a knife just in case.), again I found nothing till I heard this loud and horrific screech. I covered my ears and went to the back of the house because that’s where I heard the screech.

I used to be hard core into the whole paranormal thing when I was a kid, but like most people I would grow out of it as I got older.

But a trip to Denton, Texas would open my mind back up to the idea that there are things that just cannot be explained. I live in Plano and have a pal who would often go exploring places in the DFW area, parks, creeks, even a few abandoned buildings.

My pal Kath decided to ditch the normal routine of exploring the usual and brought up the Old Alton Bridge in Denton as a spot to check out and said it was supposedly haunted and had well, a goat man there.

I laughed and asked why would a dinky old bridge be haunted, and that is when she told me about the man who killed and hung by the KKK, only to find that the noose they threw over the bridge with the man had nobody on it and no trace of the body.

To begin my name is Nathan and I am you typical 16 year old guy. I like the occasional scary movie and getting creeped out with friends but I have never put much thought into the paranormal or “monsters” before. Not that I’m a skeptic or anything. I just hadn’t really put any thought into it as being real. It all seemed like child’s play to me until my week at summer camp last year.

It was my third summer to go to this camp and for security reasons I don’t want to say the name of the camp. My parents had been sending me and two of my friends, John and Seth, to this camp for the past two years and nothing seemed different about this year until our fourth night at camp.

At this camp we didn’t have tents or cabins. We slept in a type of raised wooden platform with a canvas like tent over them.

Perhaps I should start by revealing my location, sex, and age. I am a female, nineteen years of age, though at the time I was seventeen, and I live in Texas. When this incident occurred, I was living in a small town by the name of Cleveland Texas.

Trails End was the name of the estate– It was a trailer park, buried within woods. It was a place easily overlooked. I’m not quite sure how my mother’s, I have two, found it.

Cleveland is an approximate hour and a half from Houston. Well, with my mother’s erratic driving. They are both EMT’s, so they often took forty-eight hour shifts. This left myself, my sister, and my brother at home alone with two dogs.

Let me start off by saying i am a 16 year old boy I grew up hearing stories from boggy creek to the llorona sometimes even about the goat man , me and my girlfriend were planning a date for weeks so I decide to pick her up and take her out to dinner we had a nice time ,

but we still wanted to hangout with each other so I invited her to come to my brothers place with me they lived right by her so I could walk her home whenever I wanted , so she called her dad and told him she was going with me and I would walk her home afterwards ,

he said ok so we went to my brothers and we made a fire and sat under the canapee my brother told us stories but one we really enjoyed was the story of the Goatman ,

Perhaps I should start by revealing my location, sex, and age. I am a female, nineteen years of age, though at the time I was seventeen, and I live in Texas. When this incident occurred, I was living in a small town by the name of Cleveland Texas. Trails End was the name of the estate– It was a trailer park, buried within woods. It was a place easily overlooked. I’m not quite sure how my mother’s, I have two, found it.

Cleveland is an approximate hour and a half from Houston. Well, with my mother’s erratic driving. They are both EMT’s, so they often took forty-eight hour shifts. This left myself, my sister, and my brother at home alone with two dogs. A Pitbull and a Doberman Pinscher. I know this may be a little too much information, but this all pertains to the incident. My siblings and I had a chore of taking the dogs out every night before we slipped into bed.

I am deathly afraid of werewolves, so heading out at nighttime was something I never desired to do. Out of fear, I told my fifteen year old, petite, 4’11”, sister and my twelve year old, 4’6″, brother to take them out. Myself being 5’3″, athletic build, and simply more capable of holding onto a Doberman’s leash better than the both of them, and this was no typical Doberman Pinscher. She was a European Warlock, bred to take down boar and bear. Her back reached about 4’2″ and her weight was 160lbs. Her canines were an approximate two inches long. She was a massive dog. She was capable of taking down anything, as we had seen before. She took down a buck by merely charging him, using her bind legs to force her high enough to reach his neck, and pulled him down. It was silly trying to explain to the Game Warden that we did not unleash her to do so. In fact, this is why we had to walk her. We couldn’t risk her being put down. A $3,000 plus $2,500 on successfully curing her of Parvo would’ve upset my mother if the money had gone to waste.

This wasn’t a sighting per se, as I never actually got a good look at whatever decided to antagonize me. I can’t decide if at makes me happy or if it made the experience all the more terrifying.

I live in a rural part of Maryland that is chock-full of weird creatures and spooky folktales. Big Liz, Werewolves in Delaware, Swampman of Delmarva, the list goes on. But the Goatman just seemed too farfetched to me. That is until the spring of 2003.

My parents had moved us to a new house the previous year. A dilapidated, run down old thing but I loved it for one reason: it sat on nearly four acres of woods. It was plenty of space to roam and explore as a young kid. Christmas the year prior had been nice, giving me a few girly things but also some new outdoorsy things like a bb gun and a swiss knife. But the thing that I loved the most was this silly little Charmander clock that would make Charmander noises and play a snippet of the Pokemon theme as an alarm. I set the thing religiously every night and woke up ready to conquer everything school could throw at me the next day.